New Growth, 2018, Archival Digital Print
The day before Easter and the timely approach of spring reassures. There was a Red-Winged Blackbird on the top branch of a tree yesterday who sang from from seven to nine a.m. non-stop. Some eager female surely must have been seduced by that song. Nests will be starting soon. Everywhere life is in renewal. It happens fast. Winter and miserable cold and the switch turns on and Spring takes over.
Landscape with Pattern, 2028, Archival Digital Print
I thought it would be a challenge to bring together a segment of a gouache and a photo. This is the first result that has started me nosing around to see what I can do.
It is often the unexpected door that opens in the studio. We can choose to enter it or turn away. I’ve found that it is best to take up the invitation and now and then make a discovery. It isn’t inspiration as much as it is curiosity.
Wire, Snow, 2018, Archival Digital Print
A new folio, Drawn on Land, is here. It is concerned with the minimal, not only which crosses and clouds drawing but also has expressive content that is not explicit.
Early Morning, The Last Storm of Winter, 2018, Archival Digital Print
We have passed it. The last storm of this winter came last night, wet, soggy and all its determination gone. Winter has given up and this is his last effort in the losing struggle. My studio is safe and dry, the plumber came today and repaired the leak in the house and now the ceiling must dry before the contractor can repair. All is well on the Homestead. Even the Coyotes were more tuneful last night.
On the national front, it’s not so good. We learn of the Secretary of State’s dismissal, this apparently done not by personal message but a tweet. The shadow side of our national nature stares at us unblinking. No icing nor military music, nor parades will cover up the darkness that is lose on the land. The Democrats are like the old Kaiser, desperate for power but too old and weak to take a lead in opposition. They are no where these days. Does anyone remember history?
Wire, Snow, 2018, Archival Digital Print
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Wire, Snow continues my attraction to the minimal which reads like drawing. The winter is the time it is easiest to see these expressions on the land. To my continuing surprise, every day brings something new to my eyes and senses. I had set up this crude wire circle to protect the shoots that were starting to peek above the earth. I wanted to keep the puppies from running over them. Once the big snow came, it turned into another order of visual surprise.
The Studio, Christmas Eve, 2017
A joyous holiday to you all! May peace prevail in this troubled world and the light outshine the darkness. Art is long.
Single, Small Sunflower, August, 2017, Archival Digital Print
The Sunflower, a smallish plant, smiled this morning showing its tiny face to the world. It lives among the Tomato plants on the back porch. I’ll leave it on the stalk so it will feed the birds in the fall.
from a still life series, oil on gessoed rag, each image on 8″ x 10″ sheet, ca. 2003
Each day I unpack a few things in the studio before I start work. On Monday I found this group of paper paintings way in the back of one of the flat files. These were the latest of a series that started in the late 90s. The first set was shown at my second solo at M.B. Modern in New York. It was a boxed set titled Small Mysteries. I’ll dig up an image and post it later. From there came more, two boxed sets about Glenn Gould’s piano, one shown in an Institute-wide Faculty Drawing Show at Schafler Gallery at Pratt, the other now in a collection in New York. These above were the beginning of an as yet unfinished new series about still life. They are part of the aria that streams through my mind about Black & White and the miracles it releases.
Butterflies, 5 A.M., 2017, Archival Digital Print
The dawn softens
the news of a day
ready to roll before us
two window
butterflies
shudder,
all anticipation.
Before the Rain, 2017, Archival Digital Print
Drawing outside yesterday I was marveling at the tools we have created for ourselves from the first human first noticed his capacity to create a line. Now the choice has expanded through so many tools, points, colors and effects but it hasn’t given a line any more meaning or power nor made the Art of Drawing any better. What power can invest a line in one person’s hand and not another’s.
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